Branches were actually really cool. There were so many things you could do with them, you know? Alice was currently brandishing hers like a sword, fencing with imaginary tree folk in front of her before refocusing on the task at hand. She peeked at Dylan's textbook again, finding the next verse she was meant to chant. The thanking one, right? Because the tree let her cut a chunk out of it and stuff.

Thanks, tree.

"Wight of Alder, accept my thanks.
Henceforth may your might be in this branch!
Magically bound to the bright runes Fehu, Uruz, Thurisaz, Ansuz, Raidho,
Kenaz, Gebo, Wunjo, Hagalaz, Naudhiz, Isa, Jera, Eihwaz, Perthro, Algiz,
Sowilo, Teiwaz, Berkano, Ehwaz, Mannaz, Laguz, Inguz, Dagaz, Othala.
Working my will with speed and wisdom."

She would have shaved her bark right there but.. wait.. where did her textbook go?

Not hers, but.. well.. it wasn't there where it had been a couple of minutes ago.

Pity. She'd be back later, and would remember her own this time. She would.